Ch. 121..125: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 121-125
Favorite Sin 121
~Lyra~
The doctor pushed my shirt up again and applied the cool gel. I gasped, body jerking.
Not because it was cold..though it was..but because the pressure was too much. Everything inside me was
on fire.
My n*****s were hard and leaking. My clit was pounding. My belly was round and tight and needy. I was a disaster of lust and hormones and fear and I couldn’t tell where one feeling ended and the next began.
“There,” the doctor said, pointing at the little screen. “Four. All with heartbeats.”
My head snapped toward the monitor.
And sure enough.
One. Two. Three. Four.
I stopped breathing again.
“They’re real,” I whispered. “They’re actually real. There’s four… four babies inside me. Four people. With heartbeats. With futures. With..oh my God, what if they all cry at the same time?!”
“Lyra,” Damon growled softly.
“Don’t ‘Lyra‘ me! You did this! This is your fault! I didn’t even know I was ovulating! I just thought I was being dramatic and then BAM! Heat. Knot. Babies! Plural!
“Do you even know what this means? We need cribs! Four cribs! We need a mansion! We need n****e pads! What if they bite?! Oh my God, what if they’re like you? What if they come out with growls and fangs and instincts?! What if they smell slick and want to f**k everything by age ten?!”
Damon stood.
Full height.
I gulped.
Hard.
He leaned down, so close his mouth was at my ear, his breath brushing my skin like a sin I wasn’t allowed to
have yet.
“I’m going to f**k you,” he whispered, “the second she leaves this room.”
And then he said more.
He didn’t even give me time to process.
e you’re
“Not gently. Not sweet. Not slow. Not the way you cry for when you’re being soft and bratty and trying to tease me. I’m going to f**k you the way you need it. I’m going to f**k you like you’re still in
hea begging to be knocked up again. Like I didn’t already fill you with four.”
My mouth dropped open like I’d just been slapped with a lightning bolt.
I blinked. Once. Twice. Nothing came out of my mouth except a half–moan.
Daddy’s Gonna Have You
“And I’m not going to stop,” he whispered, his hand ghosting over the swell of my stomach, his fingers spreading like he was already claiming every inch.
“Not when you scream. Not when you cry. Not when your body forgets how to take it and begs for mercy I’ll f**k you until the shape of my knot is burned into your cunt, and then I’ll f**k you again. Because you need it. Because you’re leaking right now, aren’t you? I can smell it. I can feel it in the air.”
“OH MY GOD,” I shrieked, throwing both hands over my face like that would save me from the sheer obscene amount of arousal pulsing through every inch of me.
“Please don’t talk to me like that. I can’t handle it. My heart is already dying. I just found out I’m the human host of a four–pack litter, I’m probably gonna be on a National Geographic special by next week, and now you’re standing over me promising to rearrange my guts before I can even pee!”
I peeked between my fingers like a gremlin.
He was smirking. Smirking.
“Stop looking hot!” I cried. “You’re not allowed to look hot while I’m having a meltdown. You’re not allowed to
stand there looking like some s*x god in heat while I’m leaking slick and fetal heartbeats at the same time!”
He leaned closer.
“Say it again,” he whispered.
I blinked, confused, still panting. “Say what?”
“What you said earlier,” he growled. “That if I pull my c**k out… you’ll ride it.”
My face combusted. I swear, the skin on my cheeks sizzled like bacon.
“I WAS IN DISTRESS!” I screeched. “That was not a consent statement, that was a panic reaction! It’s like saying ‘help me‘ when a ghost touches your leg in the dark. I wasn’t thinking! I was overwhelmed! I had just found out my womb was hosting a f*****g Omega family reunion!”
He chuckled.
Not just a smirk. Not just a grunt. A full, deep, f*****g chuckle that made my n*****s harden and my toes curl and my brain scream ride him, slut like a siren on repeat.
“Damon,” I gasped, chest heaving, arms flailing like I could physically cool myself off by swatting at the air. “If you even breathe too close to me, I’m going to scream. My body is malfunctioning. I think I might actually come if you lick your lips. I’m not exaggerating. I’m clinically unstable right now.”
“I know,” he said darkly, stroking one finger along my inner thigh without touching where I needed it most. “And I’m still horny!” I shrieked. “Like what is wrong with me?! I cried. I panicked. I had a whole monologue about being broken and overwhelmed and my p***y still wants your knot like we didn’t just survive a reproductive earthquake. Are Omega hormones this deranged? Is this what being mated to you does to me?!”
His hand slipped a little higher.
I flailed.
“No. No! Don’t you dare!” I gasped, voice high–pitched and trembling. “The doctor is here. This is not sanitary! This is not ethical! This is the opposite of a recovery period!”
He looked me dead in the eyes.
Daddy’s Gonna Hove You
“You said you’d ride me,” he said, low and cruel and devastating.
“I panicked!” I cried again, grabbing the edge of the exam table like it could save me. “I’m not in my right mind! I’m unstable) I’m..”
“Wet.”
I froze.
Because he wasn’t wrong.
I was soaking through my panties again. My thighs were sticky. My breath was erratic. My p***y was aching.
“You’re evil,” I whispered.
“You love it.”
“I hate it.”
“You’re already lifting your hips.”
And f**k me.
I was.
My body was moving without permission, squirming, needy, traitorous.
“I swear,” I gasped, “if I get pregnant with more from this, I will burn down the Moon Temple and scream your
name into the ashes.”
“You already scream my name,” he growled, unbuckling his belt.
The second that belt buckle clinked open, I knew I was done for. Like done done. Like..stick a fork in me, carve “bred” across my tombstone, and build me a shrine in the Hall of Sluts because I was about to lose the last sliver of dignity I had left.
And just when I thought this moment couldn’t get any more unhinged.
The doctor absolutely screamed.
“OH NO!!” she shrieked, spinning around like she’d just caught us committing a sacrificial s*x ritual. Her hands went straight into the air like she was being held at gunpoint. “Please, Alpha Damon, you are not going to f**k her while I’m still in this room! I’m still here! I’m still here!!”
I gasped so loud I nearly swallowed my own breath.
I turned my head to her like I was about to faint. “Oh my God, she’s still here. I forgot she was still here! Why is she still here?! She was supposed to leave! What kind of licensed medical professional watches an Alpha unbuckle his belt and doesn’t immediately run for her life?!”
“Kitten,” Damon warned in that growly Daddy voice that made my knees melt even though I was sitting.
The doctor was still panicking. Still doing the holy–cross–over–her–chest thing and backing up like she expected Damon to shift and f**k me against the ceiling.
Damon turned to her slowly.
And when I say slowly, I mean Alpha slowly–like every bone in his body was saying you should not have stayed this long.
Daddy’s Gonna Have You
“You’re done,” he said, his voice so calm it was terrifying. “You’ve completed the exam. You gave the results. You confirmed the pregnancy. You saw the heartbeats.”
“I–I just..” she stammered.
“You are done,” he repeated, his eyes flat and glowing with that barely–contained rage that meant someone was a second away from being murdered or moaned on.
And then–God help her–she opened her mouth again.
“Sir, I’m still a medical professional…”
And that was when Damon stepped forward.
One step.
Just one.
And she froze like her soul had been drop–kicked into another dimension.
“Do not speak,” he said. “Not to me. Not to her. Not to anyone about what you just saw. You are in my home, in my territory, examining my mate. And what I choose to do to her body is none of your concern the second your job is finished.”
The doctor blinked.
She blinked like she didn’t even know how blinking worked anymore.
“You will pack your bag,” Damon continued, his voice sharper now, darker. “You will not speak a word about
the scent in this room. You will not describe her slick. You will not hint at what you saw on her face or what
noises she made while you touched her. You will forget every detail that made your thighs clench while you
held that wand to her belly.”
I choked.
“I knew she liked it!” I gasped. “She kept pausing too long and breathing all weird! I knew it! I’m a freak
magnet!”
The doctor grabbed her bag like it was a life raft.
“And if + hear even a whisper,” Damon said, “a single whisper of this conversation or this room or this mating bond from anyone in your clinic, I will find you. And if I find you…”
He smiled.
Not a sexy smile.
Not a soft one.
A terrifying, Alpha, predator smile that said run.
“You will not like what I do next.”
The doctor was out the door before he even finished the sentence. Like sprinted. Like sprinted–for–her–life out
of the room like she was on fire/
The door shut.
The kind of silence that was hot and heavy and thick with s*x tension.
Daddy’s Gonna Have You
“I can’t believe you said she made noises,” I whispered.
“She did,” he said.
“She totally did.”
“And now she’s gone.”
And then I heard it.
The belt.
Drop.
To the floor.
And I swear, I moaned on instinct.
“What are you going to do to me, Daddy?”
Damon’s eyes met mine, and they were already full of something dangerous. He just reached down and kept stroking his d**k. Oh f**k.
“You’re carrying four of my pups,” he said as he stroked his c**k. His voice was low, dark, heavy with pride and hunger. “Isn’t that wonderful, kitten?”
“Yes,” I whispered shakily, my hands clutching the edge of the exam table like I was trying to stop myself from falling into him. “Yes, Daddy. It’s–it’s so wonderful. I feel so full of you.”
His fist moved faster on his c**k and his chest rose with a deep breath like he was holding back from
devouring me.
“Oh, kitten,” he groaned as he stepped closer. “Daddy’s going to f**k you so f*****g hard”
Favorite Sin 122
~Lyra~
“DADDY!”
The scream tore out of me like my soul was coming with it. My back arched, t**s jiggling, n*****s leaking, legs wide open as f**k while his knot slammed in so deep I thought my spine was going to split.
My whole p***y clenched around him like it couldn’t bear to let him go. Like my body had given up the idea of dignity and decided all it wanted was to be filled. Again. And again. And again.
His huge veiny d**k, dragging against my swollen walls with every thrust as if they were custom–shaped to destroy me from the inside out. And that knot? That monstrous f*****g knot was stuffed inside me like a plug made of sin, locking in every drop of thick, hot Alpha c*m he’d already dumped into my womb.
I was already pregnant. Four pups. Confirmed.
And still, Damon was f*****g me like he was trying to put four more inside.
“You feel that, kitten?” he growled in my ear, grabbing the back of my neck and holding me down as his hips drove into me with slow, brutal force.
“You feel how deep I am? That’s my knot spreading you open, stretching your greedy little cunt like it was made to hold every drop I give you.”
“I do! I do, I feel it!” I sobbed, hands clawing at the sides, my body shaking from the force of each thrust. “I’m gonna come..I can’t stop it, Daddy..she’s clenching, she’s twitching, she wants it!”
He pulled back slightly, just enough for the thick bulge of his knot to tug at my entrance, and I screamed again before he shoved it back in with a nasty, wet sound that echoed in the f*****g room.
“You hear that?” he hissed. “That’s your p***y begging for it. You’re soaked. You’re dripping down your ass. I haven’t even touched your clit and you’re already trembling like a c**k–hungry little slut.”
“I am!” I wailed, head falling back, hair sticking to my face as my t**s bounced with every motion.
“I’m your slut, Daddy! I’m your fucktoy! Your breeding w***e! Your nasty little Omega b***h! Just don’t stop! Please, please, I need it!”
He slapped my thigh.
“Say it louder,” he demanded. “Say what you are.”
“I’m your breeding w***e!” I screamed, practically sobbing with how tight everything was. “I’m your 18–year–old fuckhole! I’m your dirty, dripping c*m/whore..just f**k me harder! Knot me deeper!”
He lost it.
He yanked my legs up, hooked them over his shoulders, and f****d me.
Not slow.
Not teasing.
f****d me.
Let’s Try Something Kitten
Everything rocked. My screams echoed. My p***y squelched with every stroke as his knot swelled even bigger inside me, locking us together so brutally that I swore I could feel the ridge of it punching my cervix with every roll of his hips.
“Take it,” he growled. “Take all of Daddy’s knot. Milk it like the little c*m–starved slut you are. I’m gonna come and when I do, you’re gonna scream loud enough to wake the whole f*****g estate.”
“Please, please, f**k, come in me, Daddy..I need it, I need your c*m, I need to feel it, I want to feel every hot f*****g drop-”
My voice was wrecked. My p***y was worse. I was already split open, leaking everywhere, my legs were now folded up over his shoulders while he hovered above me.
Damon growled. His c**k throbbed, twitching inside me, the thick base of his knot stretching me so wide my eyes rolled back. He hadn’t even started moving again.
He was just buried. His entire length locked inside me like he was the plug that kept me whole.
“You want Daddy to come in this filthy little hole?” he asked, voice rough with lust. His hand slid down to my belly, palm pressing over the curve like he was feeling the weight of what he already put inside me.
“You want more, kitten? Even when your p***y’s stuffed and your womb is already soaked? Even when you’re leaking with the last load I gave you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, breathless, sweat dripping down my face. “Yes, I want it. I need more. I’m still so empty. Please, Daddy. Please, give me more.”
“You were made for this. Look at this p***y. Look at how tight she grips me. She’s starving. She’s twitching. She’s begging to be bred again.”
I whimpered, back arching. His hand came up to cup my t**s, both of them heavy and sore and leaking, milk beading from my n*****s the second his thumb brushed over them. He groaned. Like every part of him was obsessed with what I’d become under him.
“You’re leaking milk,” he whispered, licking across my chest as his c**k throbbed again. “You’re made to be f****d. Made to be filled. Made to feed my pups and take my seed until you forget your name and all you can
do is moan for more.”
“Daddy, please,” I sobbed. “Please come. I want to feel it. I want it leaking out of me. I want it dripping down my ass and soaking everywhere. Please, please, give it to me.”
“You’ll take every drop,” he snarled. “You’ll lie there like a good little slut and let me pump you full again. You’ll moan when I fill your womb. You’ll smile when your belly swells. And you’ll beg for my c**k the second l
pull out.”
He thrust again.
“f**k,” he groaned. “This cunt is so tight. So wet. So perfect. You were made for me, kitten.
were made to
be my personal fuckhole. My Omega. My mate. My filthy little c**k–sleeve. And now I’m going to come in you so hard you’ll be dripping for days.”
“Do it,” I begged, eyes wild. “Come in me, Daddy. Knot me. Bury it. Fill me up again.”
His hands gripped my hips. His face buried in my neck. His c**k twitched violently.
And then he came.
Let’s Try Something Kitten
Thick spurts of Alpha c*m exploded into me like a goddamn fire hose. It was so much, So hot. So deep,
could feel it hitting my cervix. I could feel it leaking immediately, already struggling to be contained inside the
tight seal of my cunt.
I screamed.
I screamed like I was being reborn. And he didn’t stop.
He kept coming.
He kept filling.
His c*m pushed past the knot and down my thighs.
“You’re mine,” he growled into my neck. “And you are the mother of my pups. I can’t wait to have them in my
arms”
And I whispered back with my eyes rolling,
“Yes, Daddy. I’m yours. Always. f**k me again when it leaks out.”
And then he leaned in, voice low and dark and so calm it made my breath stutter.
“Let’s do b**m, kitten.”
Everything inside me paused. Even my p***y. Even my thoughts. Even the c*m still dripping from between my
legs.
“Huh?” I blinked up at him, blinking rapidly like my brain needed to reboot. “Wait, b**m? No. No, Damon. I’m scared. I’ve seen those videos. There were ropes. There were clamps. There were people hanging from ceilings and crying in leather and kneeling on tiles like they were auditioning to be furniture. I’m not ready to be a nightstand.”
He smirked. Of course he did. That terrifying Alpha smirk that meant he already knew I’d say yes.
“You’re no longer the innocent little girl that came here last summer,” he said, and I swear to God my p***y fluttered just hearing him say the word innocent like it was a memory I wasn’t allowed to have anymore.
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“You’re mine now. My Omega. My mate. My good little slut. You beg for my c**k. You scream when I knot you. You take every drop of c*m I give you like it’s your f*****g job. And now I’m going to teach you how to obey.”
I panicked.
Like, full–body Omega meltdown.
“Damon, wait–b**m sounds scary. I don’t even know what half of the letters stand for. I only know the D is for Dom, and I thought that was just a hot mafia name.
“And the S might mean spanking, which, okay fine, but I’ve seen people tied up and blindfolded and gagged with, like, ropes and leather and zippers in places zippers should not be.
“I don’t even know if I like that. What if you tie me up and then forget I’m there? What if I getchy and I can’t scratch it? What if I panic and start screaming and then the neighbor calls the cops and they find
me with a spreader bar between my legs like I’m some kind of s*x scarecrow?”
He leaned closer, his voice dark and slow and so calm it made my n*****s hard.
“It’s not about pain, kitten,” he said, brushing his thumb across my lips. “It’s about control. It’s about trust it’s
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about giving me everything your moans, your whimpers, your tears, your cunt. It’s about surrendering. completely. Letting me tie you down. Gag you. Spank you until you sob and then kiss your tears until you moan. Blindfold you and make you guess which part of your body I’m about to ruin with my mouth”
I moaned. Audibly. And then I covered my face like a dramatic little w***e.
He pulled my hands away.
“Want me to clamp your n*****s until they ache?” he whispered. “Want me to chain your wrists above your head, leave you spread open, helpless, dripping, waiting? Want to feel me drag my tongue up your cunt and
make you beg for permission to come?”
My mouth dropped open and stayed there.
I blinked up at him, red–faced and soaking, my clit throbbing so hard I wanted to cry
“I don’t know,” I breathed, but it wasn’t convincing. Even I knew it wasn’t convincing. My p***y knew it wasn’t convincing because it was already leaking again.
“You’ll learn,” he said, and he sounded so sure, like he was already picturing me tied in silk, wrists bound to the bedframe, blindfolded, mouth gagged, cunt dripping, n*****s stretched, legs wide, body squirming as he
whispered filthy things in my ear.
“I talk too much,” I whimpered.
“I’ll gag you.”
“I flail.”
“I’ll bind your wrists.”
“I’m not a good submissive.”
“You’re the perfect one.”
He brushed his hand between my legs. His fingers slid through the slick that had already started to pool again, soaking the space between my thighs like my p***y was screaming to be used. He rubbed slowly, gently, filthily.
“You’re scared,” he whispered, kissing my jaw, “but you’re wet. That’s all I need to know.”
I shook. I melted. I moaned so loud I swore I woke the gods.
“What if I panic?”
“You say red,” he murmured. “Daddy stops. Always.”
“And what if I like it too much?”
His c**k throbbed against me.
“Then I’ll ruin you.”
I came.
Just like that.
I came again. My cunt clenched. My body trembled. My mouth opened in a soundless moan as I fell apart on
his knot with tears in my eyes and slick on my thighs.
Let’s Try Something Kitten “You’re ready,” he whispered.
And I whispered back,biting my lips.
“Then show me, Daddy. I want to be good.”
Favorite Sin 123
Favorite Sin 123
Take It All Kitten
Take It All Kitten
~Lyra
I know y’all might be wondering..like seriously wondering..“Oh my God, she’s pregnant now, so she should be taking it easy, right? Like soft kisses, no bouncing, no full–body trembling while a massive Alpha d**k is buried inside her?”
Yeah… no. Hell no. Never!
You wanna sit there and tell me you don’t ride your husband or your man, or your baby daddy Alpha…while you’re pregnant?
“You don’t arch your back and beg him to go deeper just to feel how tight your p***y is while your belly’s already glowing from the last time he knotted you? You don’t cry when he takes it slow because your body is so hot and hormonal that you actually need him to break the bed again?
Because me? I am so horny I think I’m going insane.
Like not regular horny. Not oops–l–had–a–dream kind of horny. I mean full–on dripping, p***y–clenching, clit–throbbing heat kind of horny, and it’s made worse by the fact that Damon just blindfolded me and said he was taking me to the playroom.
And I didn’t even know there was a playroom in this house. I live here. I’ve crawled on the floor of his bedroom.
I’ve eaten cereal in the kitchen naked. I’ve slept with my legs open and my t**s leaking all over his chest every night for the past month. And now suddenly there’s a s*x room?
He’s leading me through a hallway I swear wasn’t there yesterday, one hand firm on my waist, the other gripping my wrist like he owns it..which he does.
I can’t see anything. My eyes are covered by this soft black silk he tied earlier, and my balance is already gone because my thighs are shaking and my p***y is embarrassingly wet. My n*****s are so sensitive now.
“Damon,” I breathed, heart pounding, “when did you even build a playroom? Why do I feel like I’ve never seen this part of the house? And wait..was this built for that b***h!”
Yeah. I said it.
I don’t know why it came out of my mouth at that exact moment..maybe because I was blindfolded and being walked butt–naked into a secret s*x dungeon that I had no idea existed in this house, and my brain was short–circuiting.
I mean, what else is new? I talk when I’m nervous. I talk when I’m turned on. I talk when I’m gagged. I just talk. And right now? I was doing all three..
But Damon didn’t even hesitate.
“Never,” he said behind me, low and dark. “I built this just for you. I knew this time would come.”
My breath caught in my throat.
My knees wobbled.
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My p***y clenched.
“What?”
I breathed, my voice already sounding f****d out even though he hadn’t touched me properly yet What do you mean just for me?”
He kept guiding me forward..calm, completely in control. like he wasn’t dropping a nuclear bomb on my brain with every step we took.
“When did you build it?” I asked, already spiraling. “How long ago? Why didn’t I know about it? How the actual f**k did I not notice a whole–ass dungeon in this house? I live here. I know every room.
“Every corner. I’ve m*********d in your library..twice. I’ve sucked your d**k in the garage. I literally bled on your sheets and cried about it for an hour while you licked it off my thighs and now you’re telling me there’s a
secret room I’ve never seen?!”
“Shhh.”
He reached up and pressed two fingers to my lips.
And I didn’t hesitate.
I sucked.
I sucked his fingers into my mouth like they were his c**k. My lips wrapped tight. My tongue swirled. 1 moaned. Like my throat was already warming up to be used.
His breath hitched behind me. I felt it. The tension in his body. The way he leaned into me like he wanted to bite down on my neck and growl through my skin.
“f**k,” he hissed, voice raw and thick. “That was hot, kitten. And you talk too much.”
I couldn’t help it. I whimpered. Like a needy little slut. Because that voice? That tone? That Alpha grow! straight into my ear? My p***y fluttered so hard I almost collapsed.
But I wasn’t done.
Oh no.
I kept talking. Because apparently, I can’t stop when I’m turned on and terrified at the same time. “You’re telling me this room..this whole b**m fantasy s*x room..was built just for me? What if I don’t even like it? What if I panic? What if I cry? What if I come so hard I forget my name and then fall asleep tied to a bench with my ass in the air and the cleaning staff finds me like that and takes pictures?”
“You’re gonna love it,” he said. “Because I know your body better than you do.”
He pulled his fingers from my mouth with a slick pop and stepped behind me. I felt his hand wrap around my wrists, pulling them behind my back slowly.
He moved like he was unwrapping a present.only I was the present. His filthy little Omega toy. Knocked up. Blindfolded. Soaking wet. Nervous. Needy. And ready to be tied up like a doll he could play with for hours.
The leather cuffs were cold when they wrapped around my wrists. It was cold and smooth and tight. I fel
buckle.
I whimpered again. My t**s were already leaking. I felt it..little beads of milk dripping down my skin as my breath came in short, hot pants.
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“You don’t get to speak unless I want to hear your voice,” Damon said as he adjusted the cuffs. “You don’t get to beg unless I say you can. You don’t come unless I give you permission.”
“Wait,” I whimpered, voice trembling. “What if I mess up?”
He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“Then I’ll spank you,” he said. “I’ll gag you. I’ll spread you open and make you say sorry with your cunt.”
Oh my God.
My thighs were soaked.
Like dripping.
Like actual puddle forming between my legs level soaked.
And then he did it..
He slid a soft silk gag between my lips..wet from my own spit and moaning..and tied it behind my head.
Not tight.
Just enough to hush me.
Just enough to remind me who was in control.
Just enough to make my p***y throb.
“You look perfect like this,” Damon whispered.
I was bent over the thick padded bench in Damon’s secret s*x dungeon..which, might I add, he built just for me..and all I could think about was how tight my p***y was clenching around nothing.
My arms were cuffed behind my back. My ankles were strapped to the bench. My legs were spread wide
open.
My t**s were hanging down like heavy, leaking milk bags with clamps on the n*****s that stung just right every time I whimpered.
My belly was full. My mouth was stuffed with a silk gag. My thoughts were a mess. And still..still, I was
f*****g wet.
Like soak–the–floor wet.
Like my p***y was already crying, “Daddy please stuff me full again” before he’d even taken his c**k out.
Oh, and the worst part?
Damon hadn’t even touched me yet.
But then I heard it. The sound.
The belt.
Not just any belt. His belt and swear to the Moon Goddess I almost came just from that. My breath caught. My thighs clenched against the restraints. My toes curled.
My entire body went still. And my thoughts? Oh my God. My thoughts weren’t even in words anymore. Just
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images. His c**k. My p***y. The bench. The straps. The knot. The moaning. The..
“You’re soaked,” Damon growled behind me. His voice was low, calm, terrifying in the most delicious way.
“Completely soaked. You’ve ruined the bench. You’re going to ruin me.”
I wanted to say yes Daddy, I wanted to scream then f**k me already, but the gag in my mouth was doing its already, but the gag in my mouth was doing its job and all I could do was moan. Drool slid past the corner of my lips. My p***y clenched. My n*****s leaked
another drop of milk.
And then I felt it.
His fingers. Right there. Sliding between my thighs. Brushing over my folds like he was testing how drenched
I was and trying not to lose his mind over it.
He groaned. “You’re dripping. Your cunt is begging to be used.”
No, seriously, it was.
I swear to you my p***y was throbbing.. My clit was screaming. And when he pushed two fingers inside..slow, deep, curling up..I nearly f*****g blacked out.
My eyes rolled behind the blindfold. My back arched. My t**s jiggled in their clamps. And I made a noise that was somewhere between a sob and a slutty prayer.
“Don’t come,” he said softly, almost lovingly. “Not yet.”
Oh f**k.
I tried to obey, I really did, but holy s**t, his fingers were inside me and his thumb was circling my clit and my
whole body was shaking.
And then it happened.
He pulled his fingers out.
I wanted to cry.
But before I could even whimper, I felt it. The head of his c**k. Pressing against the entrance of my soaked,
clenching, crying little p***y.
And then he pushed in.
Slow.
My body screamed. My thoughts exploded. My cunt tried to swallow him whole. My belly tightened. My n*****s throbbed. I made a choked noise behind the gag that sounded like a girl being possessed by her Daddy’s c**k and honestly? I probably was.
He slid in deeper.
And deeper.
And deeper.
Until he was all the way in, buried to the base, stretched so wide I thought I’d split, so deep I swore ould feel it in my throat.
I whimpered.
Take It All Kitten.
I sobbed.
I drooled on the bench.
And still, I begged with my body.
He held there for a second, like he was letting me feel it. Letting me understand how deep he was. How full
hie made me.
And then he started moving.
Slow, controlled thrusts that made the leather creak beneath me. He wasn’t being soft. He was being cruel. He wanted me to fall apart. He loved it.
“You feel that?” he asked, his voice like hot gravel on my neck. “You feel Daddy’s c**k stretching you open? Filling up this greedy little hole that’s been dripping since the second I walked you in here?”
I moaned so loud the gag muffled it like a scream.
“You talk too much, kitten. You flail too much. You get smart and bratty and disobedient,” he growled, his thrusts slamming harder now.
He slapped my ass. I screamed into the gag.
“Say thank you.”
I screamed again. Then nodded. Tried to say it.
“Good girl.”
He gripped my hair. Pulled my head back.
“Now take it. Take all of Daddy’s cock.”
He pounded into me. Hard. Brutal. Deep. Every stroke made me cry. Every thrust pushed my body forward. My t**s bounced. The clamps tugged. My cunt clung to him like it was desperate.
And then he reached down.
He touched my clit.
I screamed.
“Don’t you f*****g c*m, kitten,” Damon growled behind me, his voice thick with command and dark with threat, “unless you want Daddy to spank that big fat ass raw.”
Oh my God.
Oh my f*****g God.
The way he said it.
Like holy s**t, folks, I won’t lie, that sentence alone had my p***y twitching like it was clapping in applause.
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I had waited for the perfect time for her to be ready.
Not just physically. Not just wet and whimpering and begging to be filled. I’m talking ready..body, mind, soul.
Because trust me when I say this… I am a very rough Alpha. I’m not the kind of man who makes love with candlelight and soft hands. I’m not gentle. I don’t take it slow. I destroy. I break. I breed. I dominate until she forgets her own name and screams mine like it’s the only word she’s ever known.
But because of her age.
Because she’s just eighteen.
Because she’s still learning the weight of what she is.
I have been trying. Really f*****g trying.
I’ve held myself back in ways no one will ever understand. Every time I sank into her, every time I tied her
hands, pulled her hair, f****d her until she passed out from overstimulation..that was me being gentle.
That was the tame version. I know it didn’t feel like it to her. I know she thought that was the beast. But it
wasn’t.
That wasn’t even close.
I know some of you might be wondering how the hell what we’ve already done could possibly be considered
gentle. All the s*x we’ve had. All the ways I’ve used her. Broken her with my knot. That couldn’t have been
gentle, right?
For me it was.
I have been holding back so much more than she can even imagine. I have been suppressing the real hunger.
skin
The real need. The shift that snarls under my skin every time she cries into a pillow or begs for my c**k while trembling on her knees.
Right now, in this room, in this moment..I’m trying.
I’m trying my f*****g best not to let the beast out.
But it’s hard. So hard I can feel the edge of my bones humming with restraint. My claws are already pushing
against the tips of my fingers.
My canines are dragging against my tongue.
My eyes keep threatening to burn gold.
My control is breaking and the only thing holding me together is her voice in my head begging me.
She’s leaking from her t**s. Her belly is swollen from the pups bred into her. Her moans are muffled. Her n*****s are clamped and aching. Her entire body is flushed and shaking and ready.
And still, I’m trying.
I’m inside her. Painfully holding back every instinct screaming at me to ruin her. Her p***y is so tight around
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my c**k it’s like she’s begging me to let go. Her body clenches around me with every inch I give her and I can feel it..her need, her surrender, her obedience.
She’s ready.
But I’m still trying to protect her.
I’m grinding into her slow, pushing my knot against her without fully forcing it in yet. I’m stroking her clit in gentle circles, dragging out the torment. I’m whispering in her ear, not growling. I’m saying.
“Don’t c*m yet, kitten. Daddy’s not done,” when what I want to say is, “You’re about to meet the monster I’ve
caged for you.”
I’m trying not to f*****g shift.
Because if I do? If I give in?
Because if I do..if I give in, even for a second, even for a breath..there will be no going back. No easing into it. No gentle touches or careful words. No restraints to protect her from me. No soft praise. No patient teasing.
If I give in, the cuffs will snap. I won’t undo them..I’ll break them. I’ll rip the leather from her wrists, throw the gag across the room, and replace it with my hand around her throat.
If I give in, she won’t get Daddy. She’ll get the beast.
The part of me I’ve kept locked up. The one that doesn’t ask. Doesn’t wait. Doesn’t listen. The one that takes.
That f***s until she’s limp.
And the worst part?
She’ll love it..
I know she will. I know because every time I tell her to wait, to breathe, to be patient, she cries for more. Every
time I tell her no, her cunt clenches tighter. Every time I spank her and make her say thank you, her body lights up like she was made for this.
And maybe she was.
Maybe I was never supposed to have a soft Omega.
She’s trembling. She’s glowing. She’s f*****g beautiful.
And I want to wreck her.
I want to pull the gag out and hear her beg me to shift. I want her to scream my name while I take her like a feral beast. I want to bite down on her throat while I knot her so hard she sobs and begs me to stop even as
she begs me not to pull out.
I want to hear her say it..say Daddy, I’m yours. Daddy, break me. Daddy, show me the real you.
Because once I do?
Once I let go of the leash I’ve held this entire
There won’t be cuffs strong enough. There won’t be a bed that survives. There won’t be a safe w
saves her.
There will only be my c**k. My teeth. My knot. My rage. My love.
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And her.
Her swollen belly.
Her leaking t**s.
Her broken moans.
Her ruined cunt stuffed full of everything I give her.
Her body trembling in my arms as I kiss the tears off her cheeks and f**k her through every last scream.
And when I’m done..when I’ve poured every last drop of c*m into her womb and marked her so deeply she
forgets any name but mine–I’ll hold her. I’ll clean her. I’ll praise her.
I’ll whisper good girl, and mean it with every savage part of me.
And if she asks for more?
If she looks up at me with that tear–streaked face and says again, Daddy?
I’ll give her more.
And more.
And more.
Because once the beast comes out, he doesn’t stop.
“I am trying so hard to control myself, kitten. You have no idea what it’s costing me. Every single moan that slips past your gag, every time your p***y squeezes around my c**k like it’s trying to suck me deeper.”
“And I am trying..Moon, I am f*****g trying..not to snap. Not to shift. Not to ruin you. But the beast inside me is pacing. Scratching. Laughing”
Because it knows the truth.
It knows you’re ready.
“You have no idea how hard I’m fighting this,” I whisper. “You think I’ve been rough with you? You think Daddy’s already broken you?”
“I’ve been gentle, kitten,” I growl. “Every time I f****d you, every time I knotted you, every time I bent you over and claimed your tight little cunt, I held back. Because of your age. Because you’re still learning. Because you don’t know what I’m capable of.”
“I am trying to protect you,” I snarl into your ear. “But you’re making it so hard. You’re moaning like a w***e. I can feel it in your body–you want the monster.”
My bones are aching. My claws are already pushing at my skin. My jaw is tightening with the pressure of my canines lengthening. My eyes are starting to glow. My vision is going gold at the edges. My c**k is twitching so hard inside you I can barely stay still.
“I want to shift please kitten”
“I want to break the cuffs off your wrists. I want to rip the gag out of your mouth and shove my fi your throat while I f**k you so deep you forget what breathing feels like.
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“I want to bite you. Hard. I want to sink my teeth into your neck and claim you again until your blood sings my
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name.
“I want to tear you apart and put you back together with every drop of c*m I pour into your womb.
“I want to mark you. Breed you. Knot you so wide open it takes days for your p***y to close again“.
And the worst part is–I know you want it too.
I grip the edge of the bench to stop myself from tearing into her hips. My claws dig into the wood. My control is hanging by a thread. One moan. One word. That’s all it would take.
And then it happened.
“Daddy,” you cry. “Please. Please don’t hold back. I want all of you. I want to feel the real you.”
“What did you just say, kitten?” I asked softly, every word drawn out through gritted teeth. “Tell me again.”
I didn’t move. I didn’t push. I didn’t shift.
I lifted one hand and brushed her damp hair gently off her face, my fingers tracing her cheek with the kind of care I rarely let myself show. My other hand gripped the edge of the bench so hard that the wood split beneath my palm, but I didn’t let that part of me take over.
Not yet.
“Are you sure?” I whispered.
“Are you absolutely sure you want this?”
I kissed the side of her face, just beneath the edge of the blindfold. I let my lips linger. I let her feel me. I let her know I was still here, still present, still giving her the choice she always had.
“I won’t force you,” I said, my voice steady even though every muscle in my body was screaming to move.” Even now. Even like this. I won’t take what you’re not ready to give”
“I can hold you. I can slow down. I can stop everything if that’s what you want. Just say the word and I’ll pull out. I’ll carry you upstairs. I’ll wrap you in blankets and kiss your shoulders until you fall asleep.”
She didn’t speak.
Not immediately.
She moaned.
She trembled.
“I’m ready, Damon. Let it all out. Let your beast out.
Everything in me went silent.
And then everything inside me snapped.
My fangs pushed past my gums until they pressed against the back of my tongue.
My eyes burned gold. My bones shifted beneath my skin. My body trembled with the force of what I had been holding back for too long.
The beast was awake.
And it wanted her.
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All of her.
But before I let go, I have to say this.
I’m not saying it for her.
I’m saying it for you.
Folks, I’m warning you.
Don’t go to the next chapter if you are weak.
This isn’t romance.
This isn’t softness.
This is what happens when a real Alpha stops pretending to be gentle.
Yes, she’s pregnant. I know.
Yes, she’s eighteen.
Yes, her t**s are leaking and her belly is full of my pups.
Yes, I’m about to knot her harder than I ever have.
But trust me when I say this–I know what I’m doing.
And I am going to show you.
I am going to make you feel her moans, taste her tears, hear the sound of my knot stretching her open as she begs me not to stop.
I am going to show you what it means when an Alpha stops being careful and starts being honest. I am
going to f**k her like my life depends on it. Because it does. Because she is my life now. And I’ve waited long enough.
So go ahead.
Turn the page.
But don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Because what’s coming next will make your heart race.
Your cunt drip.
And your soul burn.
Favorite Sin 125
Daddy’s Kitten
~Lyra~
The second he shifted, I felt it hit me like a f*****g train. Not just in my cunt, not just in my swollen belly or
my aching, clamped n*****s and I felt it everywhere.
In my f*****g soul. In the marrow of my bones.
His body cracked. His fangs pushed through. His claws scratched the desk.
And I moaned so loud the sound bounced off the walls and came right back into my throat.
My mouth was soaked with drool. My p***y was stretched open and twitching around his c**k, but the second the beast inside Damon came out, I knew I hadn’t been f****d yet. Not really.
Everything before this had been the warm–up. This was the moment he stopped pretending to be careful. And
I wanted it. I wanted all of it.
He didn’t speak.
He growled.
A noise that rumbled from his chest and shook the desk I was bent over.
“f**k,” he snarled, and I swear to the f*****g Moon, the sound of it made my clit pulse like it could hear him.
He slammed into me so hard the wood cracked beneath my hips. My t**s bounced. My scream ripped out like a f*****g orgasm in sound form.
“Damon!” I wailed, but he was already pounding again. Harder. Faster. So deep I couldn’t breathe. So brutal
the desk legs shifted. So animal it didn’t feel like s*x anymore, it felt like destruction.
His hands were everywhere. One fisted in my hair so tight it burned. The other slapped my t**s, then grabbed
it in a brutal squeeze until I cried out from the mix of pain and pure f*****g need.
Milk squirted down my belly and onto the desk. He moaned. He moaned. A raw, f****d–out, low groan that
sounded like a monster cumming inside me already.
“Fuck..fuck…your t**s,” he grunted through clenched teeth, biting down on my shoulder while his knot
slammed against my p***y with each stroke. “You’re leaking like a good little bitch..take it–f*****g take it-”
I was taking it. But I was sobbing. Screaming. Cumming. My body was jerking with every thrust. My p***y was
milking his c**k like it was made for it. My ass was burning from the slaps. My n*****s were screaming from
the clamps. And still I cried, “More–Damon–please–more–don’t stop..”
He flipped me not on my belly cause he was careful.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. He just reached down, tore the cuffs, and flipped me onto my back with a snarl
that shook the room. My legs spread wide on instinct.
My belly curved between us. His c**k didn’t even slide out, he just rammed in harder from the front. His eyes were gold. His long tongue dragged across my t**s. His fingers reached down and slammed two fingers into my clit so hard I choked.
“f**k–f
**k–f**k–I’m gonna break you,” he growled, his voice shaking with lust and rage and love and
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everything he’d been holding back. “I’m gonna knot you so deep you’ll taste it in your throat
“Do it,” I sobbed. “Do it, Damon. Ruin me.”
He slapped my other tit, hard, then bent down and bit it. I screamed. My p***y clenched. My orgasm detonated again and I swear to f**k, I almost passed out.
The desk cracked again. My hips slammed against the wood with every thrust. I was sliding in my own sweat, my own milk, my own c*m. His c**k twitched inside me. His knot swelled.
And then he knotted.
Hard.
The pop. The stretch. The lock.
“f**k–f**k–I’m cumming–f**k, Lyra–I’m f*****g-” his voice was gone. All that came out of him were moans as his c**k exploded inside me, shooting thick, hot c*m straight into my womb while my p***y stretched around his knot like it was desperate to be filled.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t breathe.
My eyes rolled back.
And still he moaned into my mouth, biting my bottom lip as he pumped more and more and more.
g
“Mine,” he snarled. “My Omega. My b***h. My knot. My pups.”
My hands clawed down his back. My legs wrapped around his waist. My cunt spasmed over and over, gushing down our thighs as his knot swelled and locked us together tighter than before.
“I’m not done,” he growled against my neck, licking the sweat off my collarbone. “Not even f*****g close. You think I waited all this time just to give you one load? No. No, kitten. The beast is out now.”
My legs were still trembling when he pulled out of me slowly, carefully, like he wasn’t done but needed to
reposition me before he f****d me into oblivion.
I was leaking. I was ruined. I was stretched wide and full of his c*m, but his eyes were still glowing and his c**k was still hard and knotted and hungry.
He looked at me like a goddamn meal. Like he was about to feast on every inch of me, again and again, until I
couldn’t remember what it felt like to be untouched.
And the way he moved me..fuck, it was terrifying and beautiful all at once.
“On your side, kitten,” he murmured. “Nice and soft. Let Daddy keep that belly safe while I break you open
again.”
He positioned me gently on my side, one leg curled over his arm, the other stretched out, belly free, body
open.
My hands were still bound, but now they rested above my head, helpless and twitching. My leaking t**s were exposed.
My p***y was puffy and pink and wet and still twitching from the last knot, and the way he looked at it,like it was dessert, dinner, salvation and destruction all in one made me moan out loud.
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And then he smirked.
That slow, dark, Damon smirk that always meant something filthy was coming.
He reached to the side and
Honey.
Dark, thick, dripping honey.
back with a small golden bottle.
“What.what are you…” I gasped, but he was already pouring it.
Warm golden syrup hit my t**s in slow, sticky rivers, sliding over my n*****s, down the curve of my belly, pooling in the valley between my breasts. My breath caught. My cunt clenched. My n*****s throbbed and sprayed a small squirt of milk through the honey and Damon growled.
He didn’t just lick it.
He devoured me.
He buried his mouth between my t**s and sucked one swollen n****e so deep into his mouth I screamed. He
bit. He licked.
He sucked until honey and milk dripped down his chin and smeared his jaw. His tongue was f*****g
everywhere – swirling, flicking, pulling.
He didn’t stop. He moaned into my chest like he was starving, like my body was feeding him something he’d
never tasted before.
“Così dolce… puttana mia… latte e miele…” he groaned in a language I didn’t understand, and f**k me, I didn’t need to understand it…it felt filthy. It felt ancient. It felt like he was casting a f*****g s*x spell on me while
sucking the life from my t**s.
“What does that mean…“I panted.
He didn’t answer.
He slapped my ass. Hard. So hard my entire body jolted and I gasped, but it only made my p***y drip even
more.
Then he grabbed the bottle of honey again.
And this time?
He poured it straight between my thighs.
It hit my clit first, then ran in thick, slow lines down my p***y lips, between my folds, all the way to my
asshole.
I moaned so loud it echoed. My body twisted. My p***y clenched and clenched again, already beggin for
him.
And then he bit the inside of my thigh.
Hard.
I screamed.
But his mouth was already on my cunt.
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He growled Into me, tongue dragging through the honey–soaked folds, slurping it like it was the best fig
nectar he’d ever tasted.
“Fottutamente divina… sapore di mia schiava… tutta mia…” he growled between licks, his fingers spreading me wider, his mouth devouring every inch. I didn’t know what he was saying..it was Italian I guess or something older but it sounded dirty.
He licked me like he was claiming me with his mouth.
His tongue flicked my clit, circled it, sucked it, then flattened and dragged slow, cruel strokes from top to bottom, slurping every inch of my p***y until the honey was gone and I was nothing but soaked flesh and trembling moans.
And when he dipped his tongue inside me?
I f*****g lost it.
I came.
Hard.
My legs kicked. My hands yanked. My belly twitched. My p***y squirted again – right into his mouth and he
moaned into me like it was f*****g ambrosia. He didn’t stop..
He didn’t even let me come down. He just pulled back, eyes blazing, chin drenched, and grinned down at me
like the predator he was.
“Oh kitten. Daddy’s gonna teach you something today” Damon said, his voice thick like melted sin, the kind of
tone that wrapped around my throat and squeezed.
He went down and brought out a chair as he sprawled back in the leather chair, legs spread, c**k heavy against his lower stomach, the tip already glistening from the last time he ruined me.
His eyes gleamed gold beneath the low light, that predator’s grin carved into his mouth like he already knew I was going to fall apart. “You’re gonna give Daddy a lap dance.”
My heart stopped.
And then it pounded so hard I felt it between my legs.
He leaned forward, one massive hand gripping the armrest, the other lazily stroking the base of his thick c**k while his gaze pinned me in place. I was still trembling. My thighs slick. My t**s swollen and sore and dripping with milk. My belly full of pups. And now he wanted me to dance? In this state?
“Have you done that before, baby?” he asked, voice darker now, sharper. Almost amused. He knew the answer. He always f*****g knew.
“No, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice breaking apart from breathless nerves.
“I know,” he growled, sitting back again, dragging his palm over his abs, spreading his thighs wide
“Good. I like being your first in everything. I like knowing every filthy little thing you do is because I told you to. Now I would put on a song, kitten. Something dirty. Something slow. And then you will strip for me. You’re gonna dance like a f*****g stripper. You hear me?”
I nodded, legs barely steady beneath me as he moved to grab his phone and press play. The bass started low and slow. The kind of song you’d hear in a club filled with red lights and slick thighs and hard c***s.
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“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now shake that ass for me. Show Daddy what you’re made of
“Show me how f*****g naughty you can be, because if you don’t…”
He paused, smirking slowly. “I am going to discipline you“. f**k that turned me on so good.
And you..yeah, you. Don’t pretend you’re not soaked. I know your thighs are sticky, your fingers twitching like they don’t know whether to scroll or slide inside you.
So do it. Touch yourself. Grab a dildo. Press it where it aches and picture him. Damon, my Alpha, my monster, my f*****g god.
Because I’m using everything I’ve learned. Every porn video. I’m about to satisfy him like it’s the only thing I was born for.
And you better keep up.